Yep. It's my birthday. And I am old. So I did what all middle-aged people do when it's their birthday. I had some friends over, we drank margaritas and let the kids run wild and naked in the backyard. Thanks to Tanya for making me celebrate rather than do what I had originally planned, which was to sit around and eat ice cream and complain that no one loves me. I spent most of the evening with a drink in one hand, a camera in the other, surrounded by people who love me. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
